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Latest revision as of 06:00, 26 April 2020

Written by Mirage

Favourite Parodies

Romance Story

(Story starts with Tom hugging Sally in tears)

Tom: Sally... please don't die.... Don't leave me... I love you.... please...

Sally: Yes masterrr....

Sally?? Please.... don't go.. I need you... please...

Yeesss... mmasstterr r...r.....erk...

NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAM YOU ALL TO HELL!!!!!

WHY MY GOD THY TAKE MY GYNOID AWAY FROM MY HEART! MY OWN SOUL BEING RIPPED TO PIECES! WHY DO YOU TORMENT MY EMPTY CARCASS OF LIFE WITH TRUE TORMENTS THAT BRINGS FEW SMALL MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS TO THIS LONELY MAN THAT YOU HAVE CREATED OUT OF YOUR OWN IMAGE!!!

WHHHYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHHHYYY DID I LET HER GUARANTEE RUN OUT!!!!!

WHHYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The end


Psycho

Norman Bates: You wanted to see me, Mother?

Gynoid (dressed like a grandma): Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

Yes, Mother...

Yes, Master.

No mother! No mother! I won't kill her!!

Yes, Master.

Stop it! Mother, do you enjoy torturing me like this???

Yes, Master.

Stop it! Stop it! Mother!!!!

Yes, Master.

Aaahhhh!!! I'll kill you, Mother!!!! Aaaahhh!!!

Gynoid gets axed in pieces

Yerrr....s.errorr.... malfunctionnn... ...er....r....

Sorry, Mother, don't worry, I'll go at Radio Shack later, Mother...I love you, Mother...

The End


The Sick Sense

(We start with the little boy in his bed with his Gynoid sitting beside him in the dark.)

Cole Sear : I...I see...

Gynoid: Yes, master?

I see dead people!

Yes. Master...

I see many dead people,

Yes. Master...

I see lots of dead people!

Yes. Master...

All I see is dead people!

Yes. Master...

I see freaking very dead people,

Yes. Master...

I see very very dead people, and when I say dead, I mean dead! "Where's the beef ?" fad dead!

Yes. Master...

I see dead people, like the old cast of Cheers...

Yes. Master...

I see dead people... the old crew of Star Trek, the next Gen....Jody and Data... dead... careers dead...

Yes. Master...

I see dead people... Macaulay Culkin, he's very dead...

Yes. Master...

I see dead people... Bruce Willis... but he's not really dead.... he's more than a super hero now...you know, unbendable or something...

Yes. Master...

I see dead people... Erkell from Family Matters... he's dead too.... "Did I do that?" Soo dead...

Yes. Master...

I see dead people... Did I mentionned Macaulay Culkin... he's beyond worm food now...

Yes. Master...

I see dead people... Anyone from Seinfeild.... all thoses poor souls, trying to make sad attemps at their own sitcoms... Soo horrible sitcoms that are cancelled within a week of showing...

Yes. Master...

I see that my own career as a Hollywood child might be my own death....

Yes. Master...

I see the end is coming soon....

Yes. Master...

I see that this story is going nowhere.........

Yes. Master...

I see I will shoot myself in the head...

Yes. Master...

I see that I am shooting myself in the head...

Yes. Master...

BANG!!!!

Yes. Master...

... I see myself dead now....

Shut up, Master...

The End...


LASSIE

Lassie: Woof, Woof!

Gynoid: yes, master.

Woof, Woof!

yes, master.

Woof, Woof!

yes, master.

Woof, Woof!

yes, master.

Woof, Woof!

yes, master.

Woof, Woof!

yes, master.

Woof, Woof

Woof, master?

Woof! Woof !

Woof! Woof!

THE END!


Smurf gynoid

Mechanic smurf: I just created the gynoid smurfette!

Gynoid smurfette: Yes master.

How long I wanted to be smurfed!

Yes master.

Come with me and show me how you can smurf me good!

Yes master.

Ooohhh smurf me!

Yes master.

YES! YES! Come on, Baby! Smurf me good!

Yes master.

Papa Smurf: Hey, Smurf, what are you doing in there? Let me in!

Yes master.

Mechanic smurf: Oh no! Got to hid you somewhere, here, go inside my closet!

Yes master.

Papa Smurf: What was that sound?

Yes master.

Mechanic smurf: Nothing, Papa Smurf.

Yes master.

Papa Smurf: Nothing my smurf! I heard some smurfing in here. I may be 758 years old, but I know when I hear smurfing, I know it's smurfing.

Yes master.

Mechanic smurf: Ok, Ok, I made a gynoid smurfette. With only one smurfette in this place and 105 smurfs, she is very busy smurfing everyone all the time apart from me.

Yes master.

Papa Smurf: Hi, How are you, gynoid smurfette?

Yes master.

Papa Smurf: Can I smurf her?

Yes master.

Mechanic smurf: NO! She's mine, She only smurf me!

Yes master.

Papa Smurf: you little smurf, you think you can talk to me that way? I am going to smurf you so bad that when you will smurf, you will smurfing a smurf!

Yes master.

Hot erotic smurfing follows....

The End...


Western Gynoid

Sheriff: Well, hello, doll! Are you new to theses parts?

Gynoid: Yes, master.

Is that your horse outside? Looks kinda strange a bit. Not everyday I see a horse with jet engines attached to it.

Yes, master.

I run this little quiet town, hope you are not here to make trouble.

Yes, master.

Is that a Colt you have there or a laser-sight automatic grenade launcher in your belt of yours?

Yes, master.

I hope you had nothing to do about the murder of my Pa and Ma, 17 years ago.

Yes, master.

Say, are you with Billy Bart Norton's gang? You look highly suspicious to me!

Yes, master.

Do you think I look gay, wearing always only white, with this pink scarf?

Yes, master.

Theses are fighting words! Draw!!!!!

Yes, master.

Sheriff and gynoid start to shoot each other

Sheriff: Ahhh... you got me... but don't worry... it's not your fault.. You are only a wanker of a machine... ahh... Ma! Pa! I can see you!!I'm coming.. ...ma.... erck...

Yes, master.

The end.


Pirate story

Pirate Captain: Err, shavy me timber, Maty, Today, we attack the Radio ShackStore!

Yes, master.

Stop saying that, you metalic sea hag! You sound like myparrot!

Yes, master.

That's it, you walking the plank! Off you go!

Yes master.

SPLASH!!!!!!!!

Shit.. Guess I'll spank my monkey tonight alone. Dam, I forgot, I can't no more, got hooks for both hands now, stupid sharks!

The End


Caveman story

Caveman: Mongo love naked robot chick.

Gynoid: Yes master.

Mongo will hit robot on head and make her wife!

Yes master.

Mongo hit the android on the head with a club, the head rips out and fly'sacross the feild.

AAaaahhh.... shit, Mongo will spank monkey tonight again alone...Here monkey! Here Monkey!

Goes running in the woods searching for monkeys.

The End


(Here was someone called Luc/Gynoid/Bot that was always on my case. So, I had revenged!)

Luc/Gynoid/Bot and the gynoid

Luc/Gynoid/Bot: That stupid mirage don't write good stories!

Gynoid: Yes, master.

others asfr write better stories that it!

Yes, master.

I m angry! Can't understand joke!

Yes, master.

I show then how stupid story is waste of my Precouis time!

Yes, master.

Send my friends to make troubvle to them!

Yes, master.

Mirage can't stop making nme look like moron!

Yes, master.

Me tired of seeing him make fun of wat I old Precoius to me!

Yes, master.

Me cry at night alone, spanking at monkey. Not funny!

Yes, master.

Me cry now.... don';t have humor... not funny!

Yes, master.

life is cruel to me.. God giving me 15 fingers... not funny!

Yes, master.

kids always make fun of me and my tale too!

Yes, master.

Well.. I must checked if FAC is back... ask many times...

You are a sad case, master.

The End


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